Night had fallen. It had been almost over a week since Ares had declared war against Zues, threatening to take the throne, claiming that Zues was not a worthy leader. Olympus was deathly quiet, almost like the entire land had been wiped out by a plague, everyone kept to themselves, forging weapons and sharpening their skills in preparation for the war ahead. Even the very air reeked of tension and contempt.
In a dark underground cellar, Erinyes was awoken by the creaking of the grilled door as a guard opened it to let princess Marpessa in.
